war is over*

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gab; 18; i like old music and having red hair

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but whatever
happens, i'll
be okay.
i asked god to take you out of my life if you weren't going to bring me more happiness than pain. And he immediately took you away. and yet i still wasn't satisfied because i wanted to be the one who called the shots, I wanted to be the one who ended things. I just wanted you to stay until someone better came along...how selfish of me.
Gimme one more night
One last goodbye
Let’s do it one last time Let’s do it one last time One more time?

"I love my country, sometimes even more than it loves me."
Dear Mr. President Elect,

I am just a small town country girl that you have never heard of and whose voice you will never hear. You will probably never see this. It probably won't be shared enough or even at all. It may as well be gone as soon as I hit publish. 

All of that said, I am going to use my small voice to tell you what I think and feel, what I hope comes of this. 

I hope you prove me wrong. I hope you do make America great again as you say you will. America needs saving. 

I hope you close the great divide that we have suffered due to the hatred and r.ácism, that you yourself are guilty of portraying to this once great nation.

I am terrified, because you placed a man who legalized discrimination in his state a heartbeat from the office you just won. I pray for our LGBT community who's rights are being endangered because of who they love. They deserve to love as fiercely as anyone. Please help them in through this battle they so deserve to win.

I want you to prove to me that you are not the man you appear to be. You are the man that is the leader of all things hate in this country. The r.ácists, the bigots, and the bullies. 

I fear for my rights as a(n African American) woman. You have so clearly shown nothing but blatant disregard and disrespect while promoting rápe culture in this Nation. I am an asset to this country, as are all of our strong willed women. 

You are not the type of person that I would have ever imagined becoming a president. 

Frankly you are a far cry from the role model I thought I would call a president when explaining to my children who to look up to. I'm begging for you to prove me wrong. 

I fear what you can do in just four minutes. I fear for our military families. They never know what wars they may be thrown into because a world leader baits you in a tweet.

I fear for our recovering economy, that was doing well under a great man.

In short, you have some big shoes to fill Mr. President Elect. I have mounds of fears and concerns where you are involved in America's well-being. 

I honestly think America made a mistake by choosing you. 

I will pray for you, like every good American should. I pray you show me that you can be a man that we as Americans can be proud of. Mostly I pray you prove me wrong.

Sincerely,
A small town country girl.







closure won't come from them,

 it will come from you.

 

 you'll never get the whole thing  

you want the whole thing to yourself but you'll never get it so you keep eating the pieces that you can get.

while there are whole hershey's bars lollipops and reese's cups willing and ready to give their all to you you continue to take the skittles because that's all your tongue wants and all that your heart desires and you think that is all you can love. 

you know you're only allowed to have the red skittles. you crave the other colors so badly and you know you should just walk away because they'll never be offered to you but the red ones taste so so good so you keep eating them in hopes of being able to taste a sweet purple even though you know deep down the chances are very low. 

and The red ones designated for you will eventually run out and you won't be allowed to have skittles at all anymore and all the rest of the skittles you wanted so badly will fall into someone else's mouth who was allowed to have the whole bag for reasons you will never be able to know.  

and until your red pieces are gone, you will keep on hoping and hoping and hoping, and not be totally honest about being fine with eating nothing but red, and you will pine, and you will go there, and you will eat yet another red skittle just so you can have a tiny little taste of what perfect is like, but never enough. 



it's not good. run away. find someone available. you deserve it.

 















 



























































































































































































































































































































































i'm not a stop along the way. i'm a destination.
   When I first started climbing the tree of love, I knew better than to pick the fruit hanging lowest from the tree, the fruit  that I didn't want because I am not desperate.
   But as I climbed further and further up, I began to find it more and more difficult to get what I wanted from the tree. My friends wanted me to pick perfectly good fruit that I never ended up picking because it didn't feel right. I was too unsure of whether the fruit was right for me even though the   fruit clearly wanted me. I want to take risks, I want to get out of my comfort zone, but I am still too scared to pick fruit that isn't as round as I'd usually go for because I am not particularly impressed by it initially.
     Yet the fruit I was sure about, the fruit that gave me butterflies in my stomach, the fruit that I felt in my heart was right for me and what I truly wanted, I tried to pick it. But it wouldn't budge. Later on, I tried again with a different fruit that gave me the same feelings. The stem cracked from the branch but refused to detach from it. My heart was broken. It broke even more when I saw girls who wanted those same fruits that gave me butterflies and made my heart race pick them with ease. Hell, those fruits almost fell on their faces. More fruit started to call for me but I didn't pick them because none of them made me feel the way other fruit did.
   And that's when I asked myself, "Should I pick what I don't particularly care for much? Is it worth it? Is it worth not feeling butterflies for someone who treats you well and understands you but doesn't give you that "feeling" inside? Is continuing to climb this tree going to hurt me in the end? Will I die before I reach the top because I never picked a fruit? Do I even deserve fruit, am I too picky to pick fruit? Will I ever find a
fruit I am sure about, fruit that gives me butterflies in my stomach, fruit that I feel in my heart is right for me and what I truly want that will fall off of the tree just for me?"
     I don't know the answer to any of this, but I am starting to think maybe the tree of love just wasn't meant for me to climb.

 
i just wanted it to be me and only me but no one ever thinks i'm enough to do the job alone or at all



maybe it's time for me to start apologizing to the world for always wanting more than it can offer me.